"Thank you, senior."
Li Shuhu barely had time to express his gratitude before he fainted.
These days, his body and spirit had already reached their limits, relying solely on sheer will to hold on.
Now, suddenly freed from danger, his body and mind relaxed, a strong sense of fatigue surged through him, and he couldn't hold on any longer, passing out.
Before losing consciousness, his heart was still filled with doubts.
Who is this Desert Thief?
With such combat power, could it be the Eldest Master of the Desert Thieves?
Why did he save him?
His mind was hazy, and soon he lost consciousness.
No one knows how long it took for Li Shuhu to feel a warm sensation on his face and gradually wake up.
At first, his gaze was a bit confused, but then, as if remembering something, he suddenly sat up.
The abrupt movement pulled at the wounds on his body, causing a burst of pain.
He lowered his head for a glance.
